The Kweendom of Abstraction

choices

there’s this bluffhigh and loftylooks over vast ranges of promisei’ve been here beforebreath taken awayby the altitude heart racing with fearful gleewondering…when one is standingwhere i stand now…do they jump?to own wings brieflyor does one stand in awe of the sky’s infinity?how,while standing hereon the crags of jagged dreamsdoes one begin to grasp the next movedoesn’t reaching the pinnaclemean the world?how do you decide on whether to stay here…on the precipice of awein the presence of lifeknowing that…remaining here…(while a beautiful plateau)means being stillno forward movementjust feet plantedlooking up at the universe’s offeringthe intense feeling of the climbpeering down at travels past below…wondering…how do i stop bluffing…and move?